I hailed one of our street vendors this morning to buy flowers for Krishna Janmashtami today. They were fresh and lovely and I splurged on a bit of everything - chamanti, sanna jaaji, malli, lilies, roses...
It's been almost ten years since my mother passed away and still he said wistfully, "Amma achche se, chchaav se lete the!" I remember Leelamma specially on festival days too - she would sit in the tiny pooja room, and sing as she weaved garlands. Our neighbours across the back wall still remember pausing in their work to hear her sing.
Wonderful, isn't it, to be remembered like that, a decade after you've left?
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But then what of Krishna? That Glorious One who walked this earth more than 5,000 years ago? And still we talk of his beauty, his feats, his cuteness, his charm, his colour, his clothes, his lovers, his enemies, his wiles, his compassion. Even today, people dress up their young children in his image, tying up peacock feathers in their hair. Even today, songs are sung in longing for him.
Still to remain an intimate experience for millions of people, still tangible... you could close your eyes today, reach out for him, and manage to touch him.
How truly wonderful to have lived like that!
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Edited to add:
#HappyJanmashtami pic.twitter.com/yvcxky4Kpg
— Sadhguru (@SadhguruJV) August 11, 2020
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